Entwinded

with thanks to K.A.B.

Entwined

I

all roads lead to Rome...

and on the way to that pilgrimage

whether it is to fame or some other fable -

the threads of our being, from the clothes

that we wear, the emotions that tear...

and slip away to leave the naked thought

are left along the sides of the road

so we can return to where we have been

in some obscure dream filled with symbols

belonging to places we once called home

even if just for one evening to walk

in the barely lit shadowed alley ways

that belonged to some ancient place

that was never mapped, but was well traveled

II

and out of all the yarn that has been

found at yard sales or bought at charity shops

that has been knitted, crocheted or otherwise

tied together to make wearable art  for family

and friends or made into hats and blankets for

newborns or scarves for strangers...

I have never thought to imagine how many miles...

all that string would it equal -

maybe more than enough

to go to (and come back from)

all the places I might

ever have wanted to visit...

III

unraveled life threads

memories built in layers

of when we tied knots

(c)JP/davh